Dear Reader, My youngest son is a laundry fiend.
Learning from the Inside Out
Dear Reader, Whilst I cooked supper for the family this evening, hundreds upon hundreds of people gathered in Bristol to unite in love and solidarity for all those lives lost and wounded in Orlando on Sunday.
Dear Reader, Whilst we were at camp, my daughter, along with a few friends, built a den in the woods. They wove sticks into walls, tied a tarp to a tree, laid a groundsheet beneath it and built a fire. Their chosen site was on a slope which you could scramble up to, then slide […]
At the time of writing, I have a seven-year-old son who doesn’t yet read fluently and a two-year-old son who doesn’t yet walk steadily. In our family, milestones don’t matter.
The smartphone promised shine! We set our sights on tramping up fresh big hills for city-free thrills. Burgeoning clouds spilling thick drops dared us to Turn. Back. Now. … We paid no heed …
My children see a different world to me. Maybe it’s the size of them; not yet full measure. Maybe it’s the eyes of them; always seeking treasure.